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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Monks,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.