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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.