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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
JFA,
John Holt,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.