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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.