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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.