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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.