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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.