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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.