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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.