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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Move,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.