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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 organ 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.