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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.