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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.