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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.