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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.