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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.