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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Brick,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.