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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Residents to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.