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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.