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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Evens,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.