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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.