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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.