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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.