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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.