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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.