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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.