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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.