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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Residents to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Television,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.