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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.