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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.