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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Sonics,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Faust,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.