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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.