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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.