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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.