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 Somalia and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Martian,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.