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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.