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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.