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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
The Litter,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.