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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Neu!,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.