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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.