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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.