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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.