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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.