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 Chile 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.