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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.