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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Fear,
X-101,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.