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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.