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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.