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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.