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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.