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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.