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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.