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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.