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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.