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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.