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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.