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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.