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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.