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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.