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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.