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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.