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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Brick,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.