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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.