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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.