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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.