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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.