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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Wire,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.