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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.