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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.