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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.