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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Visage,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.