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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
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.