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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Invisible 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.