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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.