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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.