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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
PIL,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.