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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Newcleus 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.