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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
June Days,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.