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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.