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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blues Magoos to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.