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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.