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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Audionom 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.