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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.