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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.