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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
cv313,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.