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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.