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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Franke,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.