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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.