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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.