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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.