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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.