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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.