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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.