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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.