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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Index,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.