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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.