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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.