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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.