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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.