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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
UT,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Slave,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.