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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.