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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.