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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.