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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.