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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.