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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.