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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.