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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.