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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.