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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Associates,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.