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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Index,
The Residents,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.