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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.