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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.