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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.