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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.