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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.