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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.