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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.