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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.