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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 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 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.