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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
PIL,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.