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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.