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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Standells,
Magma,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.