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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
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.