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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
the Germs,
Crime,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Slave,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.