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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.