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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.