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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.