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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
10cc,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.