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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.