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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.