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 Andorra 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.