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 Finland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.