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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Morten Harket 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Scientists,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.