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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.