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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.