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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.