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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.