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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.