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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.