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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.