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 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Can,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.