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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.