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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.