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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.