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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.