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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.