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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.