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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.