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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.