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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.