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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.