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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.