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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Faust,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.