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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.