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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Wire,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.