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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.