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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.