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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.