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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.