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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.