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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Gong,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.