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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.