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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.