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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.