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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.