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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.