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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Gichy Dan 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Pole,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.