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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Television,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.