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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Organ,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.