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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.