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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.