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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.