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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Cameo,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.