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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.