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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Vainqueur to the rock 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.