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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.