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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.