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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.