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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.