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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.