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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.