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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.