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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.