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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.