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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.