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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.