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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
cv313,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.