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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.