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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.