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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.