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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.