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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.