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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.