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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.