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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.