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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.