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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Television,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.