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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.