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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.