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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.