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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.