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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.