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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Urselle 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.