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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.