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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.