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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.