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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
ABC,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.