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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.