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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.