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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
UT,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.