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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Scion,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.