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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.