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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.