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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.