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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Index,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.