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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.