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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.