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 Germany 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.