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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.