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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.