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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.