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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.