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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Can,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.