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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.