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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.