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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Urselle 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.