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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.