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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.