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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Can,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.