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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.