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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.