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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Residents,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.