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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.