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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.