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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.