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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Can,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.