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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.