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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.