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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.