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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.