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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.