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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.