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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.