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 India 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Wire,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.