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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.