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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.