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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.