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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.