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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.