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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.