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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Houston.
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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Nas,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.