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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.