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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.