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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
10cc,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
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.