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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.