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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.