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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Franke,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.