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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.