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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.