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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
DNA,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
the Association,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.