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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Brick,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
JFA,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.