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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.