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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.