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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.