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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.