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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.