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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Television,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Scion,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Index,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.