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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.