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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.