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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.