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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.