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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.