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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.