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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.