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 Andorra 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Nico,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.