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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.