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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.