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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.