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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.