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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.