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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.