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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.