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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Nas to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
World's Most,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
New Order,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.