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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.