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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.