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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Music Machine 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.