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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.