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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.