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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.