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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.