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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.