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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.