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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.