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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Index,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Index,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.