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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.