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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.