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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.