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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.