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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.