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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.