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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Index,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.