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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.