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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.