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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.