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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.