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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 DNA to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.