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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.