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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.