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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.