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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.