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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.