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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.