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 Poland 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.