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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.