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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
JFA,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.