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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.