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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.