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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Evens,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.