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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.