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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Television,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.