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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.