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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.