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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.