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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.