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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.