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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.