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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.