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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.