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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.