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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.