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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.