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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.