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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.