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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.