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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.