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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.