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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.