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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Mars,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.