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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.