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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.