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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.