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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Doors to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Pole,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
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Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
UT,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.