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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.