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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.