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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.