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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.