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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.