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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.