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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Skriet,
The Slits,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Deakin,
Wings,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.