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 India and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.