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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.