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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.