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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.