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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.