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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
The Cramps,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.