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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.