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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Technova,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.