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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.