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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.