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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.