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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Fear,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.