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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.