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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Magma,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.