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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.