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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.