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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.