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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.