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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.