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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Index,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
The Slits,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.