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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.