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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Sonics 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.