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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Skaos,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.