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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.