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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.