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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Mars,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.