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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.