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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.