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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.