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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.