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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.