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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.