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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Japan,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.