Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Busters,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.