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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.