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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.