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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.