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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.