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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.