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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.