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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Index to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.