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 Panama and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.