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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.