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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.