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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.