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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.