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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Wings,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.