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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.