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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.