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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Television,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Parry Music,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.