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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Brick 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.