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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.