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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 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 Fugs to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Q65,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.