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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.