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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Skriet,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.