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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.