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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.