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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.