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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.