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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.