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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
DNA,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.