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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.