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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.