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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.