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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.