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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.