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 Senegal and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.