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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.