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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.