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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.