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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Technova,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.