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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.