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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Amazonics,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.