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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.