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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.