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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.