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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.