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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.