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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swans to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
The Index,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.