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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.