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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Visage,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.