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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.