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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.