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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.