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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.