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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.