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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Television,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Scion,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.