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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.