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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.