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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.