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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.