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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.