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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Can,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.