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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.