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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.