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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.