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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.