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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.