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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
PIL,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.