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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.