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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.