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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.