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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.