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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
John Cale,
Magma,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.