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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Mars,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.