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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.