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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.