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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Can,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.