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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.