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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.