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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
DNA,
the Germs,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.