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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.