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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.