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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.