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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.