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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.