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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.