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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.