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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.