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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.