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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.