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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.