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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi 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 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.