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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
CMW,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Japan,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.