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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.