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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Techniques to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.