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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.