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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
UT,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.