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 Belgium and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.