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 China and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.