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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.