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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
June Days,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.