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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.