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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.