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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.