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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.