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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Television,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.