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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.