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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
New Order,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.