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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.