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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.