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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.