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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.