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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.