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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kinks to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.