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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.