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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
MDC,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.