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 Georgia 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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.