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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.