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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Faust,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.