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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.