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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.