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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
UT,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.