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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.