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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Index,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Happenings,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.