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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.