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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.