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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Wings,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.