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 Italy and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Fall,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.