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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.