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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.