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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.